Poetry

I’m only you: Poem

I toil hard to rise above the ladder,
Days and nights, I fill with my sweat.
You take it easy and call it flexitime,
Exploiting me with no reason or rhyme.
I’m only you, born in the wrong place!

I study to salvage
My thirst for knowledge.
Your father pays a capitation fee
Only to artfully replace me.
I’m only you, born to the wrong people!

I love with all my heart
Appreciating true inner beauty.
You brand me a queer,
Stamp my love as unnatural.
I’m only you, born in the wrong body!

 

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